Guanuqueando

Broken-lipped vendors
Panpipes and flutes playing
Ancient breath in the mouth
Kisses, kisses of my race
Lost in the silence of the night
The afternoon that becomes distance
Mysteries that time deciphers
That, that is your breath

I feel flutes fleeing in the wind
Bringing loves and silences from the cliffs
That enclose the Sun in their heart

Among airampos of the Moon
Panpipes fleeing in the wind
On a journey seeking the sky, a condor goes
Like my being will resurrect seeking the light

I feel flutes fleeing in the wind
Bringing loves and silences from the cliffs
That enclose the Sun in their heart